Dedication To My Ex (Miss That) (feat. Andre ..
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[Lil Wayne]
Hey ya
I came to talk about this girl that had my love
See
I went away for a while
And she gave my love away, huh
I really shouldn’t blame her
But now that p-ssy is a stranger

[Lloyd]
Baby, something’s on my mind I gotta say it
Yeah, Your p-ssy done changed
It aint the same girl and thats a shame
(A crying shame baby)
Ooohhhhh, aint being funny
I know another bee’s been in that honey
Ooh, baby, that p-ssy done changed
It’s such a shame girl and thats a shame
(who the hell you giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo
Tell me where that p-ssy gone
Oooh Nooo
Cause it don’t feel the same no more
(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo
(how you do me like that baby?)
Oooh Nooo
Why is this happening to me?
Oooh Nooo
She told me that it was my p-ssy

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, good p-ssy, that p-ssy, bye p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah yeah yeah yeh
She, she used to be a really special lady
I guess she’s feeling kinda freaky lately
It’s such a shame cause now the p-ssy’s changed
(My p-ssy changed)
She used to squeeze me
Grip me tight enough so she could please me
But nah-nah, that p-ssy changed

It’s such a shame, that p-ssy changed
Oooh Nooo
Where did your p-ssy go?
(Where is it at baby)
Oooh Nooo
Cause girl, I need to know

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
You see it was on some old one of a kind type of shit baby
Oooh Nooo
I’ma about to kill this bitch
Oooh Nooo
She gave away all my shit
(I miss that p-ssy, this p-ssy, new p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah, yeah, yeh

[Andre 3000]
Damn, darling, do change your oil
I’m your number fan belt they are not important
I don’t use a cordless, microphone, avoid em
They don’t feel real to me
Meaning real woman
Others built on me
You the primer on the lime bean green box
When I couldn’t afford a Ford
Clean sox scootin’ across the floor in your grandmama house
Hand on your mouth
You yap too much about the Penny-Ante
This mechanic’s so uncanny, X-men, X-men
Your ex boyfriend should thank me that I took you off his hands
Know I can bring another beach to the sand
And know I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees
and get what you need without saying please
But can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat
And they put this man’s Grammy’s on the street?
What? Why so quiet?
Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt?
You were perfect before you went on a diet
You was way thicker, you think I don’t remember
Shit, the magazine got to your head
Now somebody you don’t even know got you in bed
Betcha buddy dont even know you don’t like red
Or was it fuchsia, f-ck it, Our future is dead.